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Chapter 24
I had a few more days when Stephan taught me some more stuff about the farm, mainly mechanical things, but also some intimate things as well. Oom Jakob likewise continued to take me out and show me things to do with the farm and kept up my driving lessons. I was getting more proficient at the driving and was finding that I was enjoying it, but was still struggling to reach the pedals. Unfortunately, Oom Jakob did not think to, or would not consider, moving the seat forward and then move it back to accommodate his lanky legs when he was driving. However, there was, no longer, anything of an intimate nature in our times together. I was not really upset by this as Stephan kept me satisfied and I had discovered that I really was not keen on the way that Oom Jakob had got me off and got off on me.
I had just finished one of my school lessons when I heard
a vehicle approaching the house and went outside to see what it was about as I
did not know of us expecting anyone. As the bakkie
came around the bend and into my view, I recognised that I had seen the bakkie before, but could not remember whose it was or where
I had seen it. Then I saw that it was towing a caravan behind it and suddenly
the penny dropped and I realised that it was the Durrant's
and my heart gave a little leap as I noticed Lionel sitting between his parents
on the front seat.
I gave a whoop of joy and went running across the lawn to where the vehicle
would enter the fenced area demarcating our garden; waving my arms in the air
and jumping around in excitement. Ma came out to see what I was making so much
fuss about and hollered at me to settle down.
As the bakkie drew near, I could see the smile on
Lionel's face and his mother laughing out loud while his dad had a grin on his
face too. I think that my reaction at their arrival made them feel even happier
about their decision to come and work on our farm. At least they could see that
there was no racial prejudice in me and that meant that my parents had not
taught me to have any.
Hennie stopped the bakkie a
bit away from the house and then got out to greet ma. Lionel got out too, and
came across to me and we bumped hands in greeting. Both of us still smiling and
clearly happy to see each other.
"How's my favourite goffel?" I asked, teasing him by
using the word.
"Hey, I aint your goff, boy! Me, I'm my own goff and you had better remember that! Because I am the
best damn goffel you are ever going to see." Lionel
shot back at me and we both packed out laughing.
Moira who had done a double take when I called Lionel a goffel
quickly relaxed with Lionel's retort and our subsequent laughter.
The three adults moved off walking around the garden and I realised a short
while later that they must have been looking for the best place to park the
caravan so that it could be used in conjunction the with ablution facilities
inside our house for they came back from their walk and Hennie
got back into the bakkie to tow the caravan to the
spot that had been decided upon. In the meantime Moira stayed talking with ma
and Lionel and I watched as Hennie manoeuvred the
caravan into position and then got out and put the jacks down to allow it to be
unhitched from the bakkie.
When Hennie unlocked the door,
Lionel led me over to the caravan and stepping inside, said, "Welcome to our
home."
I followed him in and was a little amazed as I had never seen the inside of a
caravan before and so found its compactness a little surprising. "Where are the
rooms?" I asked in ignorance.
"Aint no rooms. This table goes away and my bed is
under it, then ma and pa sleep the other end behind those curtains." Lionel answered;
indicating two sets of curtains pulled back and hooked either side of the
caravan. "And this is the kitchen." Lionel added lifting the cover over the
basin and the cooker.
"Wow it's small." I said. "Why do you live in such a small space?"
"Ma says it will just be until our house is built." Lionel answered.
I was acting really stupidly and asked, "Where is your house going to be
built?" dreading that it would be far away from our house.
"I don't know! It's your guy's farm, you should know." Lionel said
incredulously.
Only then did the penny drop, and I realised that a new homestead was going to
be added to the two already on the farm and that the Durant's were going to
live in it. Then a thought hit me and I said, "hang on
here a bit, I just need to go and ask ma something and I will be back." With
that I turned and almost ran out of the house in search of ma.
When I found ma I interrupted her conversation with Moira
and Hennie, "Ma, that caravan is so small, can't
Lionel stay in my room with me until their house is ready?"
"Well, ... I'm not sure ... I will have to think about
that and also discuss it with Lionel's parents. IN PRIVATE.
So don't say anything to Lionel yet!" Ma admonished me.
"But ma, what am I to tell him as the reason I went off?" I asked already
seeing that I put myself into a bit of a position.
"You will just have to tell him that you came to ask me something and I have
said you are not to talk about it with anyone." Ma said, stating the obvious
and the truth.
Knowing I was beat, I went back to the caravan and knocking on the door called
out to Lionel. He came to the door with an inquisitive look on his face.
"Ma would not give me an answer and told me I am not to talk about it to
anyone, so sorry you are going to have to wait." I answered his unspoken
question. "Come on let's go play."
Lionel stepped down out of the caravan and we moved off
towards my special tree. We climbed up to the triple branch platform and as
soon as we got settled, Lionel's hand was sliding up my shorts and reaching for
my cock which was racing to get fully hard before his hand found it. The two
must have drawn together and Lionel began to feel me and play with my cock
exciting it further.
Naturally, as a good host, I had to return the favour and did the same to
Lionel discovering that he too was going commando. "You've got no undies on." I
stated the obvious.
"I did that for you. I had to ride most of the way here with my hands in my lap
to hide it too." Lionel explained and did not need to clarify what he meant.
Unfortunately, our pleasure was cut very short because we had only been
enjoying each other for a couple of minutes when we were called back down to
the house. Climbing down the tree helped to ease the tenting problem a bit and
when we got to the house we were soft enough that the bulge that was showing
was not that prominent to raise eyebrows.
"Mick the Durant's need Lionel to help them in the
caravan and there is not enough room for you as well, so could you please help
me prepare some tea and when that is ready they should be ready too." Ma asked
I would much rather have had ma prepare the tea, and Hennie
and Moira sort out the caravan by themselves while Lionel and I continued from
where we had been so rudely interrupted. But as that was not an option, I
grumbled my consent and followed ma through to the kitchen to help her prepare
the drinks.
"I know you would rather be spending some time with Lionel, but we needed this
so that Hennie and Moira could talk to him about
sharing your room. You still have not said anything to him I hope?" Ma
explained.
Now I was a bit happier because I was fairly sure that Lionel would want to
share my room and so I responded more positively this time. "Yes ma. I told him
I was not allowed to say anything and then we went off to climb the tree."
"I'm sorry I sort of had to trick you, but Lionel's pa did not want him to be
pressured in any way and so asked to be allowed to talk with him privately and
so we came up with this little subterfuge." Ma told me.
As ma finished explaining all of that to me, the caravan door swung open and
Lionel stepped down once and pulling his arm down and making a fist he called
out "Yes!" loud enough for us to hear it. The caravan had been positioned at
the back of the house under a large tree so that it got some good shade and in
this place it could be seen from the kitchen window.
"Well I guess that kind of answers it. Now, you two must behave and I don't
want to have to keep telling you to tidy up or to be quiet when you should be
going to sleep. Or the sharing will stop." Ma warned me. "And we will have to
rearrange the room to fit another bed in. because Lionel cannot sleep on the
air mattress the whole time.
Hennie and
Moira came in with a grinning Lionel following close behind to confirm that we
had correctly interpreted what we had seen. Moira bent down and kissed me on
the cheek and said, "Thank you Pieter, it will make it so much nicer for Lionel
and also us."
"Yeah, because then you can you know what." Lionel said cheekily.
"Lionel! Hou jou bek![i]" Hennie
said sharply and the grin left Lionel's face as he realised he had overstepped
the mark. Part of it was because he had hit the nail on the head and his
parents were embarrassed by the truth being spoken so openly. And part was
because they did not think that Lionel at his age should be so wise to the
world to realise how his not being present in the caravan at night would affect
his parent's love life.
I could see that ma wanted to grin but was trying very hard not to as this
would interfere with the Durant's discipline of their son. To ease the
situation a bit, ma said, "Right, let's go and take a look at the room and see
what we need to do to fit another bed in there."
All five of us trooped through to the room and when we were in the room, I
said, "We don't need another bed, Lionel can share my bed."
"No Pieter, that might be ok for one or two nights but it is going to take
longer than that to get the house built and you will not be resting enough if
you have to share the whole time." Ma said.
I realised from the way she said it that there was no point in trying to reason
her out of the decision she had made and so I quietly acquiesced and said
nothing more of it.
"Besides which," Moira added, "Lionel sleeps naked and I don't think you will
want a naked boy lying next to you."
"Mama!" an indignant Lionel complained as he turned a shade darker in a blush
that disappeared down into his t shirt.
"It's alright. If you are going to be sleeping in this house for any length of
time it is for sure that Tannie Sarie will see you
naked and know then so why not from the
start?" Moira embarrassed Lionel even more.
"MA! Asseblief!"[ii] Lionel begged.
"Don't worry, son, she already knows what you will be doing with it some nights
anyway." Moira heaped some more coals on.
"Agh Ma!" Lionel literally spat the words out and
stormed out of the room.
I did not know what to do and just stood there for a bit. Ma then took over and
as if the previous conversation had not taken place, began discussing what I
would need to have moved out to fit the other bed in. There was not a lot of
discussion to have as it was clear that there was just some re-arranging to do
to make enough space next to my bed to fit another in and then another a
cupboard could also be moved in so that Lionel had somewhere to put his clothes
and things. Ma then asked Hennie if he would help
Phineas to move things around while she got on the radio and asked Jakobus if he had a spare single bed.
I took that opportunity to go and look for Lionel and see
if I could help him. I thought I knew the exact place to look and I was right
as when I looked up I could see the sole of his foot as his leg dangled over
one of the branches of our platform. Once I had climbed up and drew level with
him I could see that he had been crying and I just put a hand on his leg and
gave it a gently squeeze and a rub. I did not know what I could say but I did
know that when I was upset the contact of someone who cared was a great comfort
and I remembered how Willie had been when pa was killed.
Lionel did not say anything and just sat there staring out between the leaves
of the tree as if in a trance looking at nothing. I think that if he had tried
to speak, he would have started crying again and he did not want to do that.
If I said anything that too might have started him off and so we sat there in
silence; Lionel not talking, not moving, and me just gently stroking his leg.
After a bit, my strokes got longer and soon I was foraging under his shorts in
search of the tree snake of the curly forest. When I found it I knew I had to
be careful because it had already reared its head and was getting ready to
spit. Swiftly I wrapped my fingers around it near its head and began to try and
sooth it by stroking it; but the confines of the space where I had found it
were too tight and I could not calm it down sufficiently like that. So instead
I lowered my hand to fondle the eggs it was protecting and begun a commentary
on what I was doing so that Lionel would know the way my thoughts were going.
"Perhaps if you can't get the snake out, you would be better off taking the
covers off the snake so that he can look around." Lionel suggested speaking for
the first time since I had joined him up the tree.
I slid my hand out of his shorts and then got a grip on his waistband with both
hands and pulled them down as he lifted his bum so that I could slide them
underneath his bum. He lifted his legs so that I could take his shorts off all
the way and then folding them he sat back down on them to make sure that they
did not end up down on the ground while he was still up in the tree.
"And now my friends and followers, if you look closely
you will see that the main part of this snakes body disappears into the curly
shrubbery of the forest and only his neck and head stand out guarding the two
eggs as they nestle protected behind this flexible film." I started as I lifted
his balls and rolled them around in my fingers. "You will also be able to see
that this one belongs to the hooded genus of the family. I remind you that
there are two main types of the tree snake of the curly forest, this hooded
type and the other strain that does not have a hood and tends to strike a bit
slower as it seems to be slightly less sensitive."
Lionel had a grin on his face as I went on, "Now the hooded variety can draw
its hood back when it reaches sexual maturity, like this and when that happens
it looks similar to the non-hooded species. Notice too, that it is like the
blind worm and has only one opening which serves as its mouth and also the way
it gets rid of excess fluid in its system. And when you stroke it like this,
you can calm it down, but then it gets excited and soon shows its gratefulness
for the pleasure that has been given it by offering a creamy gift which it will
expel from the same solo opening we have just been talking about." I ran out of
commentary mainly because that was about as much as I knew and my imagination
had dried up.
"Thank you PP. That has made me feel so much better. And if you finish calming
me down I will give you your present to show how much pleasure you have given
me." Lionel responded in a cheerful voice.
I was glad I had been able to help him and wanting to do something, I leant
forward and slipped his cock into my mouth and began to suck on him, knowing
that it would not take long for me to taste his cum again. And I was right
concerning Lionel for the second time as he did not take a lot of time to shoot
his load and within a few minutes of sucking his cock between my lips he reared
and the back of my mouth got hit with two quick fire shots and the rest
continued to stream out and lay along my tongue giving me a good tasting
session as I finished him off; giving me time to swallow the first bits and
then slurp the rest down.
Lionel was curling my hair around in his fingers as I cleaned his cock up with
a few final licks and he said, "Thanks honke[iii] that really worked for
this goff."
I stayed leaning forward with my head in his lap and his
cock in or near my mouth and licked and sucked on his balls from time to time
as we sat there in silence each lost in our own thoughts. I guess we had been
up the tree together for about half an hour when we heard the sound of Oom Jakob's bakkie
revving up the road. He pulled into his own yard and I could hear him shouting
for his domestic servant to come to him. Once the servant had made an
appearance we did not hear anything more, but after a while the bakkie started up again and drove the short distance
between our houses. We decided we had better get down and so I helped Lionel
put his shorts back on and just hoped for him that his erection would die
before we hit the ground. Because I had
just continued caressing his erogenous zones he never really lost his erection
after shooting into my mouth. That might have been a help, but even if not, he
was no longer tenting his shorts when we hit ground level. Moving over to the bakkie we saw that it was empty and so went inside and
found them manoeuvring the bed down the passage towards my bedroom.
We followed the bed down the passage and when we got to my room I could see
that dresser had been moved to the same wall as the wardrobe and my bed had
been turned through ninety degrees which allowed for the second bed to be
fitted in beside it. Both beds were against opposite walls with a walk space
between them and we knew that we could not ask for them to be pushed together
because Lionel had already explained while we were up the tree that questions
would be asked if we requested that. Of course he used a bit different language
because we were only twelve and now I am writing this some years on and so am
using words that will explain it a bit more clearly. Of course I was still
somewhat naive at the time and so did not fully understand what Lionel meant,
but knew enough to take him at his word and so kept suspicion down. Another
small dresser followed the bed and was fitted against the wall between the two
beds giving us a table top on which to have a bedside light serving both beds
and giving Lionel some drawers to keep some of his clothes in with the rest
fitting in the wardrobe with my clothes. Because we were very close in size we
ended wearing each other's clothes a lot of the time. When we eventually
separated for Lionel to move back with his parents when their house was
completed we had quite a problem sorting out whose was whose and relied on our
parents to make the decisions. One of the reasons for this was that it took
more than six months for their house to be built mainly because we were making
the bricks on the farm and firing them ourselves. The bricks were being moulded
in a wooden box that made six bricks at a time. With just one person working on
the job and the bricks having to have about a week to sun dry first before
being stacked with grass and charcoal to be fired. This of course took a long
time and so the house took a long time too. But the Durant's had known that
before agreeing to join the team and so were happy to wait. I think they were
happy to have a place where Hennie could work without
having to put up with the racism that mixed race peoples had to suffer almost
everywhere they went in South Africa at that time. I only really began to
understand this when I started at high school and met up with some people whose
outlook on life was very different to the one I had been brought up with.
Once the furniture had been sorted we dragged in the suitcases with Lionel's
clothes and some of his other things like toys and books and spent the rest of
the afternoon putting his stuff away. This did mean that by dinner time, Lionel
was settled in and we were free to enjoy ourselves after we had eaten. Lionel
had his meal with his parents in the caravan and then came back to join us in
the sitting room so that we could play with our dinky cars until it was bed
time. It was nice because the carpet on
the lounge floor was in a geometric pattern that allowed for imaginary roads
and buildings and so we could drive around the town and crash into each other.
Of course when we went to bed that night we did play with each other and
experience another orgasm each under the other's hand.
When we woke up in the morning and raced each other to
the bathroom to empty our bladders we were giggling before we got to the
bathroom and the giggling continued as we engaged in armed combat with our
yellow swords and went on to brush our teeth.
Back in our room we got dressed and I noticed
that Lionel also went commando. We did not do anything of a sexual nature that
morning and did not really miss it either. Maybe subconsciously we had already
realised that with sharing a room we no longer had that urgency to get in when
we could, because we could now choose our times. We did still satisfy each
other at least once every day we were together and even after Lionel moved back
in with his parents we still managed to do something almost every day until we
left for boarding school.
Lionel also joined Stephan and me for the farm training sessions and although I
had told him about Stephan and me he was still shocked when I began to strip
off in the cab of the bakkie the first time we went
out together with Stephan. And when I undid Stephan's fly and popped his cock
out, Lionel's eyes popped as much as the cock had. I guess he had not quite
believed what I had told him. However, after I had wanked Stephan for a bit,
and left his cock standing proud of his fly I turned and began to feel Lionel
through his clothes. I think this might have been the first time he did
anything with a third person present but I did get him out of his clothes
before we reached the section of fence we were going to work on. Because I was
sitting in the middle, the other two had to get out of the bakkie
first and Lionel was a bit hesitant about getting out naked. Stephan got out
and pulled his clothes off and then came around to the other side of the
vehicle and opened the door to encourage Lionel out. When Lionel saw Stephan in
his glory this gave him the courage and he got out. We worked together with
Stephan doing the majority of the work to get the wire strained taught and the
staples hammered in and Lionel and I just helped by pulling wires toward him so
that he could fit them into the strainer and then passing him the staples to
hammer into the fence poles to secure the wire before releasing the strainer.
We had been working for about three quarters of an hour when Stephan said that
we should put some sun screen on or else he would be in trouble with our
mothers. He got the bottle and began to squirt some onto Lionel and spread it
around. Lionel stood there with a flaccid cock while that happened until
Stephan got down to his cock and began to smear cream over it. Then he sprang
an immediate boner and looked a bit embarrassed but I just smiled at him and
Stephan just continued to rub the cream in until he shot his load out over the
ground. It almost sounds pretentious to talk of a twelve year old "shooting his
load" but I think the excitement of doing it like he was in the open caused his
ejaculation to be quite strong and the first lot did fly out like a bullet
landing a couple of feet in front of him and his load, is his load no matter
how big a load it is. Thus I do feel justified in describing his orgasm as
shooting his load.
Stephan then turned to give me the same treatment and Lionel watched for the
first bit but then plucked up his courage and began to stroke Stephan, while he
was still stroking me. I came first and while Lionel continued to stroke
Stephan I began to smear sun screen over his back and moved on down to his bum.
I knew I was on dangerous ground, but felt that as Stephan had been able to
take some advances from me before in that region I would give it another try
and dribbled some cream into the top of his crack where he was bent over to
reach the tail gate of the bakkie that he was using
for support. I followed the cream down with my finger as it ran down the crack
and let it run lightly over his pucker. I felt his glutes
stiffen a little but that was it and so I continued on around to take his ball
bag into my slippery hand and give that a bit of a massage before I moved back
over his bum with a finger sliding in his crack once more. I applied two hands
to get both of his cheeks covered with protection before moving on down to do
the back of his legs. When I finished his legs I stood up pulling each hand up
the inside of his legs meeting at his ball bag and going back over his bum with
a finger from each sliding along his crack; this time he did not tense up and
asked me to move back and rub his pucker as he was just about to cum. Hearing
this, Lionel began to jerk his cock with a passion and as I tickled his hole I used
my spare hand to massage his scrotum. Suddenly Stephan's hand clamped down on
my hand and he pushed his finger against mine forcing it to put more pressure
on his hole and with the lubrication of the sun screen my finger slipped in. This
was enough and with a roar of sheer animal emotion Stephan's body tensed and
his cock spasmed and began to shoot out load after load of jism onto the ground
under the bakkie. A few moments later Stephan
straightened up with a sheen of sweat covering his body. He twisted around and sat down on the open
tailgate panting, "Man! Thank you guys. That was awesome." He said between
gasps of breath.
After a bit he reached out toward me and as I took a step towards him, Stephan
put his arm around my neck and pulled me closer and kissed me on the lips. "You
know what that is for."
To be honest I was not entirely sure so I just nodded. Stephan pulled me into
another hug and then he reached out and pulled Lionel into a hug with his other
arm. "Do you want to know my prediction? Well you are going to get it anyway.
You two are going to make a wonderful couple. And when you
do, please remember me as your friend."
Now I was really confused because I did not understand what he meant about
Lionel and me being a couple and about remembering Stephan as a friend. I could
not see how I could forget the guy – he was my best friend, he was my teacher
and lover, he was my big brother.
[i] Hou jou bek – Literally "Hold your beak" but actually it is a term to tell someone to keep quiet. Virtually the same as "Shut up"
[ii] Asseblief - please
[iii] Honke – slang for a Caucasian person. Can be used in a fun way or in an insulting way. Most commonly used by people of mixed race descent.